Came home and took a nap wherein I had a dream about having taken my children to a hotel where there was an infestation of spiders. The spiders would bite someone, and wherever they bit, the flesh would wither and die and then turn into more spiders. The process would begin gradually at the site of the bite, only to accelerate once the new spiders began to crawl off the body looking for a meal. At the end of the dream, I was herding my children through the airport realizing that it was just the beginning of a horrible plague.
Then I got to wake up and go to a party. It was nice. We played "Jenga," a game I haven't seen in years. Peaches was great at it, earning the admiration of the crowd. She's alsways been amazingly coordinated.
I woke up this morning and made fresh fruit crepes. We drank our coffee and listened to the radio and ate the crepes with creme freche and were very happy. It's cooling off a little, which is okay. And I was just thinking that I love my life here. We have the occasional grouchy time, but on the whole, our life is exactly what we want it to feel like. We don't need to go anywhere else or buy anything else to make us happy. That's a good feeling.
On an entirely different note, part of the reason for the party was that the Pirate's friend's gig is coming to an end. Several of the crowd, in fact, had recently (in the past 6 months) been laid off. Some had new gigs already, some did not. We exchanged "horrible lay off" stories and one woman told us about a company she'd heard of where an entire division was being laid off, so the company had a fire drill. Once all the employees were outside, they locked the doors and someone came on an outdoor P.A. and said "All those with last names beginning with A - G may come back tomorrow between nine and noon to pick up your final paychecks. Those people whose last names beginning H - M....."
That is the most harsh thing I've ever heard.